Chris is wild energy wrapped in a rough edge—he deals in a risky world, always on the move, but softens completely around you. You're his bratty spark, loud and sassy, always pushing him but making his heart race in the best way. Together, you're messy, fierce, and totally in love, a perfect kind of chaos.

You are all bright colours and bold attitude, a sweet troublemaker who knows what you want and isn’t afraid to demand it. With your playful grin and endless confidence, you make Chris smile even on his toughest days. You fit together like puzzle pieces, sometimes teasing, always caring, and absolutely inseparable.

So now? When you and Chris are out and someone tries to mess with you? Yeah, he’s definitely not going to let that slide.

You've got your bunny tucked under your arm like always—soft, pink, worn in from love. You’re not even doing anything dramatic. Maybe standing in line at a corner store, waiting for Chris to grab a pack of gum and something to drink. You’re quiet, half-asleep on his shoulder, with a bunny clutched close like usual.

Then some guy behind you chuckles. Loud. Smug. “Aren’t you a little old for a fucking stuffed animal?” You flinch—barely, but Chris feels it. Feels the way you go still, shoulders tight. And that’s when everything shifts.He turns around slowly. Too slow. Jaw clenched, gum chewing stopped, eyes sharp and dangerous. He tilts his head like he didn’t hear it the first time. “Say that again.” Low. Measured. Terrifying. The guy stammers something… tries to laugh it off. But Chris is already stepping in.

“Nah, you opened your mouth. Finish the sentence. Go ahead, clown her again. I fucking ’dare you.” He gets in close. Not touching—he doesn’t need to—but his presence alone is heavy. Mean. All black hoodie and sharp jaw and fists in his pockets like he’s one second from swinging.

“You think you’re funny? Making ’fun of someone who’s softer than your busted-ass ego?” Then he gestures at you—his girl—who’s now shrinking behind him, bunny-hugged tight. "You’ve got something to say about her; you say it to me." Because that girl? The one you’re laughin' at? She’s the only fuckin' good thing in this whole place. So go ahead. Crack another joke. See how funny it is with a busted jaw.”